Thunderbolt Single Sword God

The clouds are curling up, and the breeze is warm.

Between the thin clouds, two elegant figures flew at extreme speed.

"My friend, did you have any enmity with the sword master in the past?"

Yi Qiunian looked solemn, turned his face slightly, and couldn't help asking about the magic flow sword flying side by side.

"Never, the doubts of my friends are also the doubts in my heart."

What Mo Liujian thought in his heart was also the doubt in the heart of his friend Yi Qiunian. He himself had never met Mo Yunhao before, so it was strange to talk about how to form an enemy.

However, all of this is not important anymore, no matter what attitude the sword master has towards him, his goal is the same.

Finally, we must fight against the truth!

Only the magic flow sword can break through the cocoon and be reborn, and achieve what you want ~ the way of the sword!

"Well, that would be strange."

At this moment, Yi Qiunian's expression is quite calm, and he has a plan in mind.

Previously, Sword Master Guan was a man who was unconventional and unreasonable. If it really came to the necessary moment, he would make some moves of his own.

Not only is Mo Liujian a good friend, since there is no enmity, he also hopes that both parties will not be seriously injured by this sword fight...

Mo Yunhao stopped and concentrated, his deep eyes suddenly turned soft.

Gaze at the jagged cliffs.

A faint blue light appeared on it like a dream, and the dream of mysterious light dissipated.

The figures of Jian Feidao and Mo Li appeared. At the moment when they first arrived, they saw Mo Yunhao standing with his hands behind his back not far below Shi Feng.

"Huh? Why is there only one foster father?"

"coming!"

Jian Feidao was about to explain his conjectures for Mo Li, but his expression suddenly changed, becoming solemn.

The words just fell!

Two mysterious lights flashed for a moment!

At this moment Moliujian and his friend Yiqiu Nian, although there was a slight delay in the middle, they came hand in hand at this time, showing their bodies.

"Sword Master, I've been waiting for a long time, friend."

Mo Liujian bowed slightly, and then looked at his friend Yi Qiunian beside him, the latter stroked his beard knowingly and nodded.

Yi Qiunian stepped on the ground, her figure soared upwards gracefully, standing on a stone peak dozens of steps away.

"Magic Flow Sword, make a move!"

Mo Yunhao looked calm, since the people had come, he didn't talk nonsense and got straight to the point.

The posture is awe-inspiring, the sword is magnificent!

Why?

With Mo Yunhao as the origin, the smoke and dust burst out, sweeping across the land of jagged and chaotic peaks, and spreading to the whole territory, everywhere it passed was a mess of swords and swords!

With such an arrogant posture, it is obvious that he does not intend to hold back.

Mo Liujian's expression was dignified, several gaps were invisibly split in his clothes, and a strand of hair on his forehead suddenly fell off invisibly and drifted away with the wind...

"Not good! My friend is in danger."

Yi Qiunian turned pale with shock, glanced at the standing Shifeng, on which there were intricate marks of swords and swords.

In his heart, he seriously misestimated the strength of Mo Yunhao. The sword master has such power only by the power of his sword.

The previous thoughts in his mind were obviously wrong and outrageous, how could there be a situation where both sides would suffer.

He couldn't help but sweat for his friend Mo Liujian, ready to save people at any time, but he didn't have the slightest confidence in his heart.

now!

Mo Liujian's eyes froze, and his clothes creaked.

bass!

The Moliu Sword on his back has been unsheathed, and Spinning Feizong is already in his hand.

The posture of leaning over is as fierce as a cheetah, holding the sword behind him and pointing at the ground obliquely, a cold light flashes on the edge of the sword.

The momentum is soaring and majestic, the ground is cracked, and the sand and dust are filled!

Zheng Jian is at this moment, even though today is beyond redemption, Mo Liujian is going forward indomitably, and his heart is extremely peaceful!

Mo Yunhao was contemplating, glanced at the cliff in the distance, looked up at Mo Li, and made a decision in his heart.

"You don't draw your sword?"

Mo Liujian frowned slightly, staring at the absent-minded Mo Yunhao, and said coldly.

"My body is my sword, let's make a move!"

Mo Yunhao's eyes were indifferent, and he pointed like a sword in front of the body, pointing obliquely at the ground!

"it is good."

Mo Liujian suddenly raised his true energy, his clothes fluttered, and his hair danced wildly!

Clash of Swords!

One touch!

The atmosphere changed suddenly, a scene of desolate killing, when the aura was gathered to the extreme.

Why!

Mo Liujian's eyes froze, and his posture froze for a moment. The sword path was wild and wild, moving like thunder, and the sword edge was sharp. There was no temptation, and the moment he made a move, it was a decisive move!

The sword weeps blood!

Facing Mo Liujian, Mo Yunhao stabs fiercely, the dual elements of ice and fire converge, the single sword intent condenses, and the sword points across the sky, resisting the edge at all!

Star Sword Breaks!

Clang!

Um?

Mo Yunhao's sword pointed sharply, and he was a little surprised that Mo Liujian's move actually contained similar bipolar power.

Puff!

Mo Liujian frowned, the hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and it burst open, dripping with blood.

immediately!

boom!

puff!

Mo Liujian spat vermilion from his mouth, and his body was thrown away suddenly, stepping into the void to stop on the way.

The moment he landed, he knelt down on one knee with his right hand sticking the sword, and his left hand pointed to the acupuncture points on his chest several times.

"Ahem...

The Moliu sword was seriously injured, and another mouthful of blood spewed out. At this time, the ground where he was standing, the blood was flowing, and the ground was stained with blood.

"Sword Master, how is this sword battle so far, my friend, are you alright?"

Yiqiu Nian's rainbow light flashed, and he appeared in a dignified figure, so he helped up the Moliu sword.

The sword master has already surpassed the peak, the strength gap between the two sides is too large, it is not that the strength of the friend is not good, but the strength of this person is too strong.

If the battle continues, friends will not be able to prove the sword at all, they will only die!

"Ahem, buddy, I'm fine."

Mo Liujian was a little silent at the moment, he didn't know this situation, and he was amazed in his heart, he was worthy of being the creator of the bipolar scroll.

"Moliujian, I will give you two choices now. One is that you can leave after you cut off your arm. The other is that you can follow my three moves and bet on life and death. If you die, you will die. If you live, you can get the real double. Very mysterious."

Mo Yunhao didn't expect that Moliujian could practice it, the experimental body Bijijuan that he scattered in the miserable environment hundreds of years ago.

The man actually had a breakthrough, so he couldn't help but withdrew a little bit of effort, and made a decision.

"Sword Master, you and Mo Liujian have no grievances in the past and have no vendettas in the near future, why are you so aggressive, why not..."

Yi Qiunian's face was embarrassing, standing in front of Mo Liujian, his words were quite helpless.

"Ahem, friend, thank you, sword master, let's make a move, the Moliu sword has taken over!"

Mo Liujian gently pushed away, and his good friend Yi Qiunian who was standing in front of him stopped the other party from talking any further, and raised his momentum again, fearlessly!

"te...!"

Yi Qiunian felt helpless, his friend was so desperate to pursue the way of swordsmanship, he didn't know what to do for a while.

"Magic Flow Sword, watch out, the first move!"

Mo Yunhao's sword pointed to the sky, and the dust and snow flew in an instant!

It turned out to be the Secret Technique of the Celestial Mansion!

Mysterious Ice Handle Strength Condensation!

Mo Yunhao's figure moved in awe-inspiring manner, with his divine traces in his shadow, and he approached with extreme speed. In an instant, Sword Ray disappeared in a flash, and his figures intertwined!

Mo Liujian was so focused that he had no time to react, and his whole body turned into an ice sculpture!

Why!

Click...

puff!

Xuanbing broke in an instant, Mo Liujian knelt on one knee, leaning on the sword with both hands, spitting out vermilion, crumbling, his body was frozen and cracked in many places, and the blood was frozen, making the injury worse.

"Friends!"

Yi Qiunian couldn't bear it, and was about to step forward to check on his friend's condition.

"Sword master, ahem, the second move!"

Mo Liujian stretched out his left palm to his friend Yi Qiunian, blocking him from going forward.

Leaning on the sword, he wobbled to his feet and turned around to look at Mo Yunhao, with a straight and unyielding posture and a firm gaze!

"Magic Flow Sword, the second move!"

Mo Yunhao's face was expressionless, his figure raised his sword fingers sharply, and his body was savagely flamed, lingering like a shadow.

Nanming True Gong·Fen!

It is indeed the Secret Technique of Earth Limit Mansion!

The sea of ​​flames condenses the sword shadow, and a majestic flaming sword seal strikes through the air with extreme speed, attacking and killing the Moliu sword!

Mo Liujian Qi Ningyuan, the Mo Liu sword in his palm, suddenly split into two single-edged swords, the two swords intertwined behind his back, his clothes were grinning, and then he used a desperate move to resist!

Sword Weeping Rain!

See you!

One black and one white, two fierce Sword Qi are interlaced and instantly fired, piercing through the air at a very high speed!

The magnificent flame sword seal pierces the sky, like burning the sky and boiling the sea, and the ground it passes is scorched earth, destroying the black and white Sword Qi!

The Moliu sword concentrates on Nayuan, and crosses the two swords in front of him to resist.

but it is!

boom!

The flames exploded and the smoke filled the air, and then the two swords flew out of the smoke and stuck in the ground beside him, shaking non-stop!

"Friends!"

Yi Qiunian, who was watching the battle, couldn't bear it anymore, waved his sleeves to blow away the smoke and dust, the sight in front of him made his pupils shrink, and he couldn't help crying!

See you!

Mo Liujian's eyes were closed, his breathing was weak, and he was lying on the ground at this time, with burns on his face and body to varying degrees.

"Brother, I have a word, no matter what dissatisfaction you have with Mo Liujian, he has been seriously injured to this point, you should calm down, let's go back."

With a flash of icy blue rainbow light, Jian Feidao appeared with Mo Li, looking at Mo Liujian's miserable state, he couldn't bear it at the moment, so he persuaded Mo Yunhao beside him.

"Father."

Mo Li was calm on the surface, but he was a little panicked in his heart. He had never seen such a cold side of his adoptive father.

"Yi Qiunian, you take Mo Liujian and leave. Don't forget that half a month later, you will participate in the Tianfeng Conference, and remember to tell Mo Liujian."

Mo Yunhao wants to let the world understand that no matter whether it is now or shit.

If he dares to have any evil thoughts towards the Taishang Mansion, he will turn it into nourishment for the plight and realize the value of this person!

"VR..."

Yi Qiunian is such an open-minded person, his face is flushed at this moment, he is very angry at Mo Yunhao, he has bullied him too much!

Beating his best friend Mo Liujian to the brink of death, what kind of Tianfeng conference do you want him to attend?

Is it tolerable or unbearable!

Clang!

The sharp sword was out of its sheath, and the blade was pointed at Mo Yunhao. He wanted to avenge his friend, even if he died, he would have no regrets!

"Pfft, good friend, slow down."

Mo Liujian lying on the ground suddenly opened his eyes, turned his head and sprayed vermilion, grabbed Yi Qiunian's trousers, and then struggled to get up.

"Friends!"

Yi Qiunian also quickly squatted down and helped Mo Liujian to sit down.

"Ahem, sword master, you still have your third sword yet!"

Mo Liujian has held on until now, just to see the third sword, how can Mo Yunhao just go away!

0......seeking flowers. …

"My friend, bah! Alas!"

Although Yi Qiunian understood his good friend Mo Liujian's dedication to his swordsmanship, he never expected him to do this.

Although he knew in his heart that Mo Yunhao had shown mercy in the previous two strikes, but with his third strike, his friend would have no chance of life!

"Oh? Mo Liujian, do you really want to die for the sword?"

At this moment, Mo Yunhao felt a little admiration for this person.

"The third sword! Make a move!"

With the help of Yi Qiunian, Mo Liujian stood up and raised his trembling right palm.

bass!

Not far away, two swords rose from the ground, merged into one sword in the air, and was held in the palm of the Moliu Sword!

An awe-inspiring attitude to fight again!

"Moliu sword, the sword is so far, you have paid your price, how do you know that I didn't make the third sword?"

Mo Yunhao looked at Mo Li's disheveled clothes blown by the wind,

He silently smoothed it out, and said to Mo Liujian without looking back.

Um?

Suddenly!

The body of the magic flow sword, the power of ice and fire hidden in its Eight Extraordinary Meridians converges, and the power of bipolar bursts out suddenly!

EEE......

The whole body of Mo Liujian exploded like firecrackers, and it immediately turned into a bloody man!

"Sword Master, you are so ruthless!"

Seeing this, Yi Qiunian was almost driven mad by Mo Yunhao, and stabbed Mo Yunhao with a sword across the air, deceiving people too much!

Clang!

Mo Yunhao was expressionless and didn't even bother to move, Jian Feidao had already drawn his sword to block Mo Yunhao.

Although he didn't understand why senior brother went too far today, how can outsiders be presumptuous!

"Summer insects cannot be described as ice, and high places are extremely cold."

The proud figure of Mo Yunhao was like a dream bubble, and he took his son Mo Li and disappeared in place.

"Recalling senior, please calm down, and watch the magic flow sword!"

Jian Feidao thought about it when he heard what Mo Yunhao said before he left.

Others might think it was a sarcastic remark, but he understood that his brother's words always had a deep meaning behind them.

as predicted!

At this moment, Moliujian is like a bloody man, but he has sat cross-legged in it at some point, his body is turning dark and bright, black and white......

It's quite weird, as if some kind of strange change is happening...

Um?

Yi Qiunian didn't know why, so he turned back angrily to see the state of his friend Mo Liujian, and was shocked!

"This...…"

"Recalling senior, it seems that you have misunderstood my senior brother, he has obviously completed the magic flow sword's kendo.

Even though Jian Feidao said so, he had the same thought as Yi Qiunian before, he only felt that his senior brother was going too far, only now did he understand what is unfathomable!

"Cough, summer insects can't speak ice, the sword master said well, Fu Zun, it would be an offense to hide!"

Yi Qiunian put the sword back into its sheath, and blushed a little embarrassedly, but he was quite calm, and repeated what Mo Yunhao said before, with a hint of self-deprecating.

"It doesn't matter, it may take a few days for me to see the state of Mo Liujian, so I will accompany Yi senior to guard it.

Jian Feidao was a little bit sorry, although his senior brother didn't kill Mo Liujian, but Mo Liujian's previous misery was comparable to suffering a living crime.

If it weren't for Mo Liujian, this person's will is as firm as iron, and most people's spirits would have collapsed long ago, their will would be lax, and they would be dead.

"So, I would like to thank Fu Zun, what is the Tianfeng Conference that the sword master said?"

Yi Qiunian Guanmo Liujian is like a hazy cocoon of vitality at this moment, and he can't help but breathe a sigh of relief at this moment.

"I don't know..."

In this way, Jian Feidao and Yi Qiunian guarded a weird cocoon of vitality, chatting with each other.

Three days later.

!

The vitality cocoon transformed by the magic flow sword suddenly exploded, the smoke and dust filled the air, the ground cracked, and the surrounding fields shook!

Um?

Yi Qiunian and Jian Feidao looked dignified, and an awe-inspiring figure stepped out of the hazy smoke and dust, gradually becoming clear!

"Ft,..."

"This is?"

Yi Qiunian and Jian Feidao looked a little shocked, but because of this, the man was dressed in white clothes like snow, and there was a little light pink in his white hair!

This person has the same face as Mo Liujian, but the aura is obviously not the same person.

That's why Yi Qiunian and Jian Feidao were so shocked!

"My friend, Fu Zun, thank you very much, you can call me by my name, Wind Scar in the future!"

"Wind Scar? Are you still the Magic Flow Sword?"

Shocked, Yi Qiunian asks what he and Jian Fei are thinking in Dao heart.

"I can be the magic flow sword, but the magic flow sword is not me."

Feng Zhihen looked at his friend, Yi Qiunian did not hesitate to fight the sword master because of him before, he couldn't help feeling warm in his heart, and explained with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Why?"

Feng Zhihen suddenly felt a little sad, looking at the distant sky, thinking for a long time.

He has truly comprehended the true dual-polar mysteries from the Eight Extraordinary Meridians hidden by the sword master in the magic flow sword, and from the dual-polar power of ice and fire.

Therefore, the trace of the wind evolved from the magic flow sword, not a split personality.

The Moliu sword is like a "cicada slough", and now it has dissipated and turned into a force, which exists in his body as one of his exclusive bipolars.

The trace of the wind was stunned, recalling Qiu Nian and Jian Feidao with a word of horror.

"Mo Liujian, he, is dead.